I didn't have long to live, I was sick. No one knew not even my husband.
I walked into the house, "Wil, I'm home" he said softly trailing off to the sound of laughter. Wil hasn't laughed like that in a while.
"Oh Wil~" Some males moaned out in joy.
He was cheating on me? Did he not love me?
I walked into the living room, This green hair male on top of him.
"WHO IS THAT?" I asked hands on my hip. Anti got off him, "Names Anti, his boyfriend." Dark looked at Wil, "boyfriend?"
I felt the tears, "I was his husband. You can have him."
Wil stood, "Dark no, please. " he grabbed my arm.
I shook his head, "its fine really, " he looked up crying, "I am dying anyways " he said coldly.
Wil went pale, "what?"
"You heard me, I'm sick, dying." I looked down, "and i thought if i told you... you would care.. but you already moved on" he pulled his arm away.
Anti was frowning, "i didn't mean to... i didn't know "
"Neither did I" looking over at Wilford, "That I'd die alone. "
Wilford looked at the floor, "Dark.. how long?" I laughed, "do I have to live?"
He walked over to me, ignoring Anti, "I could go any day now."
That was two weeks ago, as I listen to the sound of laughter again. Wilford and Anti had brought flowers. When they saw each other they went silent, "it's okay. He needs to be happy after I die." I had gotten use to the thought of Wilford moving on.
July 25, 2017. 8:19pm (a date to remember)
"He's gone " Wilford stood looking over his cold husband's body. "I am sorry." He rubbed his cheek, tears falling down his face.
--I could never stop loving you even after you hurt me.
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The Iplier [Egos] /and Friends
Short StoryOne shots of love. Hate. Pain and more *GORE *sexual themes.